Let's all from the nightmareful sleep
Wake to behold the bright skies
Which by his command, it unvailed
That our sight and strifes
Might burst in success' verandah
And that we may
To the home of glory stroll.
Our red sea
Now the sahara desert
The grave the rebels digged
Has their heads as tenants
The jaguar who dared us
Has drank the potion
Of th afterlife
And our seed and sweat
Can now make and yield
Bountifully.
I can with shear clearness
Behold the awaiting scenes
Devoid of pricks and tears and
Of melanchloy and grieve and
Of barreness and storms
But of handshakes and smiles
Of love and bliss
And of rainfall and green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmmmm..... Really d dears of God